Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 878 Story The Unkillable
878: Story 878: The Unkillable
878: Story 878: The Unkillable
The room filled with horror as the Watcher’s flesh reformed before their eyes.
The charred remnants of its skull pulsed, tendrils writhing as the muscle and bone knit itself back together.
“That’s not possible,” Lucas muttered, reloading his grenade launcher.
“We need to move—NOW!” Evelyn shouted.
The Watcher’s jaw snapped open, a grotesque, wet sound filling the air as its elongated tongue lashed forward like a spear.
Leon shoved Evelyn aside just in time, the tendril piercing the metal wall behind her.
Sparks rained down as the creature let out a deep, bone-rattling growl.
Reaper aimed high, unloading a full clip into its exposed brain.
The Watcher shrieked, its body convulsing as each shot tore through the regenerating tissue.
But it wasn’t dying.
It was adapting.
Samantha grabbed a Molotov.
“Burn the bastard!”
She hurled it, and the fire exploded against its skin.
The Watcher stumbled back, shrieking as the flames ate through its sinew and nerves.
The fire seemed to slow its healing, but it wasn’t stopping.
“Go!
Now!” Mia yelled, leading the charge toward the exit.
They ran through the crumbling hallway, fire and debris crashing down around them.
Behind them, the Watcher’s inhuman screech echoed, but it wasn’t chasing.
It was watching.
Waiting.
Learning.
Leon gritted his teeth.
This thing wasn’t just a mutation.
It was evolving.
Outside the Ruins
The team burst through the exit, collapsing onto the cracked pavement.
Smoke and fire engulfed the building.
The Watcher was still inside, but they knew—it wouldn’t be for long.
“What the hell was that thing?” Lucas gasped, wiping sweat and blood from his face.
“Something new,” Evelyn muttered.
“Something worse.”
Reaper exhaled sharply.
“We’re running out of ways to kill these things.”
Samantha knelt down, shaking her head.
“It spoke.”
The group fell silent.
They had all heard it.
“We see you.”
It wasn’t just a mindless monster.
It was aware.
And it wasn’t alone.
In the Distance…
From the burning wreckage, a silhouette emerged.
The Watcher stood, charred flesh peeling away, replaced with something… tougher.
Its tongue flicked the air, sensing them.
Then, from the shadows, two more figures stepped forward.
Identical.
More Watchers.
The first one tilted its head, its grotesque face stretching into something almost like a grin.
Then, in the same inhuman whisper, it spoke again.
“We are coming.”
Leon’s breath caught in his throat.
This wasn’t just another threat.
It was the beginning of something worse.
